Bitter Branches

Bitter branches spreading out

There's none more bitter than the wood

Into the white world it grows

Twisting under soldiers' feet

Standing in lines

And the damp earth underneath

Holding up their rifles high

Holding their young wives

Who wave goodbye

Hold up the clear glass, look and see

Soldiers standing

And the roots twist underneath

Their young wives with white hands

Wave goodbye

Their arms as bitter branches

Spreading into the world

Wave goodbye, they wave goodbye

Wave goodbye, they wave goodbye

Wave goodbye, wave goodbye

They wave goodbye, wave goodbye